Li Lalan was jabbed in the throat by Li Qiang's massive thing underneath her, and she pushed him away dissatisfied, her face contorted in pain, "Cough, cough cough..."
Just as she was about to scold Li Qiang, he pulled her up forcefully, pressed her onto the bed, and made her get on her knees.
He ruthlessly squeezed his giant dragon into that tight spot.
Warm and moist, a fierce contraction squeezed Li Qiang's body, sending waves of comfort through him, as pleasure piled up in his body, making him unable to help but speed up his rhythm.
The frequency beneath him kept increasing, and the hefty flesh behind her ceaselessly thrusted in and out, making Li Lalan quickly become sensitive.
She kept moaning lewdly, wanting Li Qiang to be even more ferocious, a sensation she had never experienced playing with Yao Meng—exhilarating and intensely satisfying.
"Faster, ugh, harder, it feels so good, so fucking amazing..." Li Lalan moaned uncontrollably.